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People always ask we
What's the square root of 100
Honestly I don't know
probably like 20 or somesh=t
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Bobby is an amputee
He's got no elbows got no knees
But Bobby moves- to some degree
When Bobby bobs across the sea
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I cant remember the lyrics but it goes something like
Voooooooofoooooodooooohoooo
luduguhudumudusee
leeboodeelobungoly
then some lyrics about a girl
then the guitar goes
(ba ba ba papapapa
baaa babababa baaaa babababa
papapaaaaaaadadadaeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
then there's a kind of cool rythm to it that sounds like a bongo being played under water.
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Caviar for dinner, hotdogs for lunch
Sit back, smoke some weed and eat Captain Crunch.
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I'm a mind raper
I'm a fine rapper
You'd better stay out of my way
Cause my nine's always strapped
Even on laundry day
Got my glock tucked in my sweatpants
Quarter cup of Tide® Enhance™
Roll up to the laundromat
You want yo titties autographed?
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I got a bad case of the avian flu
It's a bad case and the prescription is you
There's a bird out there that's gotten me
That writes mad rhymes to a Rotten T
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I'm a laid back dope-*ss pipe hitting n*gg*r
You're a laid off broke-*ss wife hitting hipster
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I've got a lot of hoes
I've got a lot of bros
I've got a lot of dough
And I've got a lot of blow
But I've got a lot of woes
Yo
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I, much like the text of this poem
Try desperately to escape the boxes I am forced into
"; DROP TABLE poems;
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Our love is like a pilot light
Burning long, burning bright
But if that light beomes erratic
And gas leaks out into my attic
The compresser on my fridge turns on
Bam! the relics of my life are gone
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